Monsoon Arrives!

“Sorry I’m late, sorry I’m late”

It’s okay, how long will you be here?

No—I didn’t ask; but that was in my mind.

“You said something?” The rain guessed it right.

No, nothing. How was the journey?

“Held up here and there….the air was polluted,

How’re the people down there?”

I won’t say they are very fine….they skip their bath..

But before I could finish, the rain withdrew

Leaving behind enough indication that it was gathering strength.

I looked around. Wow! Plants and trees looked fresh and greener

The tall ones spat on the passers by…..

Meanwhile, the setting sun peeped through the dark clouds

It was a fantastic sight, but I laughed

Not with a bad intention; but the sun mistook me.

“Mocking at me?” The sun seemed to ask

“That guy will’be around here for three months.

Make hay while the sun shines—I mean

Store up all the waters he brings down

Then I’ll be back….not before

Your kids say. ‘Rain rain go away!’”

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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